"Who am I ?" said the man, still looking into the horse's mouth; "who am I?
his lordship asks me.

Ah, I see, close on five," said he, releasing the horse's jaws, and looking at me.

This new-comer was a thin, wiry-made individual, with wiry curling brown hair; his face was dark, and wore an arch and somewhat roguish expression; upon one of his eyes was a kind of speck or beam; he might be about forty, wore a green jockey coat, and held in his hand a black riding whip, with a knob of silver wire.

As I gazed upon his countenance, it brought powerfully to my mind the face which, by the light of the candle, I had seen staring over me on the preceding night, when lying in bed and half asleep.

Close behind him, and seemingly in his company, stood an exceedingly tall figure, that of a youth seemingly about one-and-twenty, dressed in a handsome riding dress, and wearing on his head a singular hat, green in colour, and with a very high peak.